Novel & Cerita Savage Fae

134. HEA: The Savage Alpha claimed his Rebel Last Chapter Jade's POV Inching his face up, he bruised my collarbone with a red bite as his devilish eyes dared me to moan. Bloody Asshole Alpha. He was challenging me. I wouldn't mind doing it, but I was afraid he would really open the door. Zach could do it. He's done many things he said before and I was not stupid that I would try it just to see how it would really end up if I moaned.

"The song of the sidhes." "The sidhes? What's that?" We have now gotten to the gates and the music is now more clearer. "The sidhes are the lesser faeries, just like the omegas in a lycanthrope pack.. They do not have much magic like the Royals and the Argogs.. their only magic is the flute.." "They can enchant a man with their music" Alec finishes Michal's statement, and once again, I am looking up at him in shock. He looks down at me and shrugs, still giving off his arrogant streak. Stupid handsome lycan.

​"Elenor, I’ve prepared a small house for us. Be patient until we can forge a new identity for you and leave this Empire for good." ​"Alright." ​"I’ll go down and check the surroundings. Stay here. I’ll be right back." That woman could only nod, straightening her disheveled dress. She peeked through the velvet curtains. Her view was met by the panorama of a village that seemed isolated from the grand civilization of the Hera Empire. ​This was Solstheim, an ancient settlement hidden behind the eternal mist of the Black Forest. There was no grandeur of gold or marble here. As far as the eye could see, there were only wooden cottages with thatched roofs, their walls overgrown with lush green mo

Raven Steele was her masterpiece—clean background, tragic story, exactly the kind of person who could infiltrate a motorcycle club seeking revenge. The bar's door swung open, spilling amber light and the stench of whiskey and cigarettes onto the wet pavement. A man filled the doorway, his massive frame blocking most of the light. Even in shadow, there was no mistaking who he was: Jax Savage, president of the Savage Saints MC, the most feared motorcycle club in three states. Six-foot-four of muscle and menace, with hazel eyes that missed nothing and hands that had spilled more blood than most soldiers. "You lost, princess?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, each syllable carrying the we

It was a weapon. Julian Vance wasn't just a monster. A monster was obvious. A monster bared its teeth and warned you to stay away. Julian was a snake in green grass. He could mimic humanity so flawlessly that you wouldn't feel the bite until his fangs were already buried in your throat. He was showing me exactly how easily he could manipulate the people I loved. He was proving that he could control Sienna's perception of him with nothing more than a smile and a plate of food.

Sean blurted out, his Scottish accent a lot thicker than before. Queen Yolandi smiled and replied, “The fae are the most powerful, some good others with evil intentions. We killed most of the fae but some did escape, they aren’t what you see in stories, they look human and can surely pass as one. One of them put my son on ice and the only one that can save him is his soulmate.” “Soulmate?’’ Started Miles shifting his weight from one foot to the other and crossing his arms. “Like in the movie, Snow White, he has to get kissed to wake up by his one true love?”

Looking back at them now…I kept on wondering how I had been alive for so long? Two years…two whole years in hell…that had seemed like two entire lifetimes of pain and desperation and agony. And the events that led me to turn rogue…they were as clear as day inside my mind… "The Fae live in their own pocket dimensions, removed from the rest of the world and ruled by their own monarchy, the Fae courts." I told the team as we all sat in the Alpha's office; even Alpha Krimson was on the computer screen, listening in from his pack. "However, due to Fae blood being highly valuable, there are only four courts left. The Summer Court, the Winter Court, The Spring Court and the Autumn court. My father

***** Stefan walked out of the room, anger and bitterness were all that he felt, just maybe, killing those wolf rogues, made it too easy for them, he should have tormented them till they begged for death, yet he would not grant their wish. How could he be careless? Ever since he met her, he hasn't shown his wolf to her, Savage is not one he wants anyone to see in his rage, even if his enemies should come in contact with Savage, his wolf, he was never going to let Fiona see it. That part of him, he was going to keep away from Fiona, Savage might look handsome and pure but his character is nothing like a demon. It feels that Savage is a demon, disguising himself as an angel of light with his a

From from the end of the Kingdom, the sky bloomed with colors, wings of violet, emerald, sapphire, green and gold, beating like synchronized fury. The faeries were descending like a storm, and leading them, in gleaming obsidian armor and burning amethyst eyes was General Steven, his blade glowing faintly with fae energy. He landed in the courtyard with an ear splitting crash, his wings flared wide. His voice echoed, magically amplified. “Supreme Alpha King of the Wolves! You have in your possession what belongs to the Fae king. His granddaughter.” The great palace doors boomed open, and the Supreme Alpha king stepped out, his aura vast and oppressive like a winter storm. His silver streaked

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.